No longer am I Abigail Morgan, small girl hiding behind big dreams and a pen. I'm me. That's all I've needed all along.
I have the best friends a girl could ask for. My girls: Kailey, my little sister, with whom I share a locket and a heart. Maddy, my twin in so many ways, with whom I will be living at MSU next year and enjoying the happiest years of our lives. Querida, whose eternal sunshine brightens my world. Chiquita, whose sass and smiles remind me of the person I wish to be. Cassie, my big sister, with whom I've formed a familial bond that can never, ever fade. And Pinks, who has been there even when I haven't been myself, to keep me laughing and to keep it real.
My boys: Brillito, my little spot of hope in the darkest of hours, the one who brings out the Abby that should've come out a long time ago, and helps me to grow in ways he may never understand. He and his daughter [my "niece," as I'm looking at it] are going to be part of my life forever. Disko, like me in so many ways that count and unlike me in all the best ways, my reminder that not everyone has to fit a mold. KS, with whom I shared a great year and a perfect summer--and whose letters and words will stick with me. The DI boys, always right around the corner...
My family: parents, brother, cousins. I am lucky and I am blessed. They've been here for me all along.
This is my reality. This is me. So long to writing in the middle of the night, to turning to secret worlds to save myself. I don't need it anymore. It was great while it lasted, and perhaps someday I'll come back, but for now I'm living in the real world. Where I belong.
Will I miss writing? Sure. Have I missed a lot of life? Yes, I have. Time to get back into it. I have loved, I have lost, and now I am choosing to live.
Still finding reality? No. Reality found. It's here, and believe it or not, I love it.
Thank you for three wonderful years. For what I assume to be the last and final time... Abby's out.
